"Torch, torch, torch..." you say aloud, tryong to convince yourself you are with someone. That someone was the one player who saved you from a creeper. Who protected and rebuilt your house after lighting struck it. You were trying to convince yourself that the one player, that one angel, is not gone. They didn't fall into lava, getting shot by a skeleton. But the idea crept in your mind once again: you saw the angel die. They were with you until the skeletons barracaded the exit of the mine, shooting your companion into a lava pool. You slay them all, and grab the savior's hand off the edge. They are burned badly, and the angel whispers, "Go on without me..." The angel falls onto the stone. You feel a tear, you pick up the angel and lay them down on a patch of grass in this unusual place. You lay a single dandelion and poppy on them. You shake your head, ignoring the flashback. You heard bones cracking, and you hide. The one token of remembrance of the angel is an Azure Bluet in a flower pot. You realized: you loved the angel.